I will never forget my time spent there
There was a time when I found myself walking down a sidewalk, in a small town. Well, it wasn’t really all that small, but that section was. It was the downtown section, that was small town, but with more to share than any other one I had been too previously. It was autumn, the leaves just adding to the scenery and atmosphere there. It was the first time in life that I had that feeling of being ‘home’. Did I live in this small town? No. Had I ever been here before? No. This is my first time, and it felt right, like this was where I finally belonged. It is one of those feelings that as hard as you may try to describe, you cannot. Nor can you imagine the feeling of it, until you have experience that yourself. Some go people go wandering for years before finally finding a place they can call home, if they ever do. But here I was in this wonderful place, with that strong feeling of being home. It is not a feeling you never want to lose, nor do you want to leave the place where you have that feeling. Sadly, the time came to pack up and leave, and had back to where I really lived. I will never forget my time spent there, and how I know that I will end up there again, to finally calling it my home.
